Maybe eyes blurred past many terrors,
gaining what unknown strength in other's errors;
for I'm unable to stretch limbs over revolutionary barrier,
such cause for alarm when smile fakes to be merrier,
mirror appears strikingly scarier
-
beating orifice takes in words like gun shrapnel,
altering mine whimsical sand castle,
spreading along the rocky shores incessant battle...

the irony is palpable.